Wind Flame Valley, the winding and treacherous gorge, lay silently on the edge of the Northern Territory's heartland.
On both sides, towering cliffs rose like gateways to the heavens and earth.
Watchtowers stood upon the cliffs, with stone projection platforms and magic burst arrays already in place, while the banner of the Third Legion fluttered in the morning breeze.
At this moment, as the sky began to brighten, the dense fog had yet to dissipate, white frost still clung to the rock walls, and the entire gorge was shrouded in a layer of pale moisture, appearing especially silent...
Like the deathly silence before the arrival of a storm.
Suddenly—Boom! Boom! Boom!
From afar came resounding heavy thuds, deep and muffled, as if some giant creature was stepping in the distance, yet rhythmic and patterned, like a roar from the underground.
